Chapter 11

A few days after John and Sherlock's situation, John was getting a little annoyed with Sherlock. Ever since then, he's been wanting sex almost anywhere they went. He even convinced John to do stuff in an alley, it's that bad. But he's been dealing with it because he needed it and Sherlock was new to this, and after a few more days, he'll stop. Or at least slow down. Hopefully. Honestly, John had no idea.

Now was knew of those situations, "Sherlock, stop," he giggled. John was trying to do his work and Sherlock kept torturing his neck with seductive kisses.

"But John, I need you. I need my little soldier. Please?" He kept kissing and hit that one spot behind John's ear.

"Sherlock," John whimpered, "later. I have to do this," he complained.

Sherlock stopped and sat on the bed and pouted. The he sighed and laid back into his sheets with his fingers laced and behind his head. John sighed at Sherlock and finished the last word. Then he dramatically pushed the chair out from under him and straddled Sherlock. He leaned over him and place his hands on either side of Sherlock's shoulders.

Sherlock grinned, "Hello. How are you, little soldier?"

"Depends, why am I your soldier?" He asked the burnett under him. Sherlock thought about it. Why was that?

Then he knew, "Because you're stronger than I am. And I love you as if you could leave me any day," he looked into his blond's eyes. Now John understood why there was lust tangled into his love. Because he doesn't want John to leave him. Moriarty scared Sherlock, and now he won't let go, for fear that John will slip. John almost cried at this realisation. But he just sat up and stared at Sherlock, wide eyed in shock.

Sherlock was confused. What did he do? John stuttered, "Sh. Huh, Sherlock. That's. Wow, I didn't know and now I feel stupid." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

He sat up and met John, "It's because you are. Just not as much as other people," Sherlock always insults yet compliments John.

"Way to ruin a moment, ass," John laughed softly. He was used to it now, but he still teased Sherlock for it. Sherlock blushed and kissed John lightly. There were so many kisses until Sherlock got a text. He pulled his cell out and looked at it. Jim: I know something u don't know! Come find me. At the park, love u... -M. Why does he always act like he's gay for Sherlock? It's weird.

John didn't like it, either. He read the text upside down and he didn't like this. But they left anyway. Sherlock slipped his hoodie over his head and he put his phone back in his pocket. He took John's hand and they were outside.

The only nearby park Sherlock knew was the one down and the street from their school and it's most likely that Jim was talking about that one. Sherlock lead John there, since John was too lazy to lead himself. But he was thinking about Sherlock's feelings at that moment in time.

Honestly, Sherlock's feelings were everywhere. He loved John and lusted for John, but he hated his own existence and wished that he hadn't met John so he could just end it and let no one care. But now there's John, and he loved him, but. Still, he didn't want to be here. He knew that his brother wouldn't care and his parents wouldn't be surprised. But he didn't want to hurt John.

He was actually going to commit his suicide when he got to college, but then he met John and he couldn't. It was as if he knew he'd fall in love with him. It was a weird day, and it's still weird with John. Sherlock will just never get over his urge to pick up a gun and put a bullet through his high functioning fucking brain.

Of course, John has no idea about any of this. Sherlock just hopes John doesn't find the poems and short stories he wrote. Then he'd really be fucked and he'd have to reveal everything then. But Sherlock is safe with that, for now.

They found this park and Sherlock was right. Of course he was. Moriarty was sitting on a swing, "Strange, isn't it? The whole world ignores the children until they become adults. No wonder so many teens," he stared Sherlock in the eyes, "want to kill themselves."

Great, so now his weird gay lover knows about his suicidal tendencies. Then he probably also knows about the drug addiction he had for a year and a half. This just makes things even more... interesting. Sherlock smiled and sat on the swing beside him.

John follows and put his hands on Sherlock's shoulders. Then he pulls himself over Sherlock as if he was Sherlock's hood, he crosses his arms around his neck and rests his chin on Sherlock's curls.

Jim noticed everything about them and now he knows everything about their relationship. Now this was really getting good. Especially with what Moriarty has in store for John, and then what John will find later. "So, why are we here?" John asked the suit in the swing next to them.

He giggled, "I just wanted to tell you that the little blond is yours. She's waiting for you, and you'll get s fun surprise from Sherlock later," he said all of this to the doctor draped over the detective.

He left the swing and walked away, " Chao!" he waved and continued walking.

John left Sherlock's shoulders and Sherlock stood. They took each other's hands and started thinking, "the little blond," is it? No, she's dead. John knows that for sure. So then who could it possibly fucking be?

Sherlock thought about this as well. Who could possibly be waiting for them? Was it Mary? No, it couldn't be. But then who? They both thought this through as they walked back holding hands and getting dirty looks but not caring, or in Sherlock's case, not even noticing.